THE ELDER SON & THE WORKERS
Cursed, the ground beneath our feet
This unrelenting heat
The heavens send no rain
Cursed, this drought with no remorse
Our work with no reward
This labor done in vain
How long, O Lord, will you not answer prayer?
Our land has been laid bare, our lives reduced to dark despair
How long, O Lord, will silence crush our hope?
Will grief be all we know, till we return to dust?
Dust!
THE ELDER SON
Cursed, the day you dared to ask
For your inheritance
The consequence remains
Cursed, these long, fruitless years
My father’s wasted tears
The seasons never change
THE ELDER SON & THE WORKERS
How long, O Lord, will you not answer prayer?
Our land has been laid bare, our lives reduced to dark despair
How long, O Lord, will silence crush our hope?
Will grief be all we know, till we return to dust?
Dust!
THE ELDER SON
Day after day, nothing here changes
Sowing our seed, sorrow is all we reap
THE ELDER SON & THE WORKERS
How long, O Lord, will you not answer prayer?
Our land has been laid bare, our lives reduced to dark despair
How long, O Lord, will silence crush our hope?
Will grief be all we know, till we return to dust?
Dust!
THE ELDER SON
Cursed, the ground beneath our feet
This sweat that covers me
The heavens send no rain
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